He stared at her as these feelings inside him grow like roses with their infuriating thorns poking into his insides.
Hate, confusion, anger.
It kept growing, and it grew through the cracks of his soil-like skin and bloom. More, and more; it kept growing endlessly.
It grew on his arms, his hands, his neck and his chest on where his heart should be. They wrapped around tightly around his heart, clenching it tightly as more sprouted and bloomed. And these roses kept on growing and multiplying like unwanted reeds in an O so beautiful garden.
She did this to him.
She is the one to blame.